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“Something’s Not Right”: Unforgettable Stories of People Avoiding Close Shaves By Their Gut Feeling

In this gripping compilation of stories, you'll encounter moments when fate hangs in the balance, when the choices made in the blink of an eye determine life's trajectory. These thrilling tales recount the experiences of those who faced life's shadows head-on, finding strength and fortitude in the face of imminent danger. Prepare to be captivated by a collection of gripping stories where danger lurks just beneath the surface, unseen until the very last moment.

1. Holiday Nightmare Averted

My sister since she was about 5 was always obsessed with tsunamis and would always ask my dad every night before she went to sleep if there would be a tsunami that night (we lived on a beach).

About 5 years later when our family was holidaying in Samoa an earthquake struck at about 6am. It was only a dull low rumble but went on for over a minute. Everyone at the resort woke up and went outside for a few minutes then went back to bed.

My sister, having been obsessed with tsunamis, ran down to look at the water and noticed the sea going out and saved a lot of lives including my own.

There was about a minute from her noticing till the tsunami hit. Luckily for us there was a cliff right behind the resort if not a lot more people would have been killed.

So something like a gut feeling 5 years in the making.


2. Trust Your Guts

I went to hospital with shortness of breath and my heart racing. They did a chest x-ray, blood test for blood clots, ECG, and a few other tests but all came back normal. 

After observing me overnight everything still looked good, oxygen saturation was perfect, my heart rate was still a bit elevated but nothing too crazy, and it seemed that it was likely leftover symptoms from a bad virus that I'd had a week or so earlier. 

The ER doctor asks me how I would feel if they sent me home and I just had a bad feeling about it all. I told him as such and that I had no real basis for it except that I just felt off about it.

He said fair enough, let's try one more test and if that comes back negative then we'll send you up to General Medicine and see if they can track something down.

That test was a VQ scan that found that despite all other tests showing no results for blood clots, I actually had a whole bunch of them in both lungs. I ended up with a diagnosis of unprovoked bilateral pulmonary embolisms and am on blood thinners for life. 

Super grateful both for the bad feeling and the ER doctor who was willing to listen to it! 


3. Driving Hero

Back in 2011, My dad and I were driving down the country for New Year’s Eve. Suddenly he goes quiet, kind of starts breathing slowly and steady, and tells me to look up the road. 

He was so calm and focused. I look up and see a car spinning in the middle of the freeway ramping up speed and knocking cars off the road. 

This is Scandinavia, winter, pretty much on ice. I imagine the driver of that car hoping, just hoping. 

So my dad proceeds to accelerate towards the guy spinning, which didn’t even occur to me was weird. 

He was just so calm, which made me calm. 

The car hit us on my dad’s side, half a second earlier my dad turned slightly right, which was just enough for the car to push us out of the road and completely safe into a snow hill. 

I realized a bit later that a lamppost on that same side we flew off had crushed the back Right side of our car, just missing the angle that would’ve hit me. 

Years later I realized the reason my dad sped up the vehicle. Getting hit by that car was a question of when, not if, and if he had not accelerated, that lamp post would’ve been my death. 

After that my pulse always drops in pressure situations.


4. Always Trust Your Gut

Last year, December 1st. I had slept for almost a week trying to fight what I thought was the flu. I woke up and that exact gut feeling kept on telling me something’s not right with me. Called the parents to tell them and then cabbed myself to the emergency room. 

Took blood, the whole 9 yards; was there for 8 hours. Discharged and sent home. Called the next morning asking me to come back because they found something in my blood. Bacteremia and Endocarditis. I was put on penicillin immediately, for 2 months. 

More tests, more things wrong. I went for a specialized test on December 21st, and woke up to them telling me I need surgery as soon as possible. 

They’re trying to find a surgical team, the earliest is the 24th. I go in and while they’re operating I have an ascending aortic aneurysm and it caused an aortic dissection. They’re able to fix it. I’ve got a synthetic valve in there now.

Here’s the kicker. I work in a restaurant kitchen, just before the start of the holiday season. Normally most cooks would tough it out and just work. Most think it happens and it’ll get better soon. Just keep going. 

There was just something about the way I was feeling this time that made me go to the hospital. I’m told that if I had done that, I more than likely would have died before my birthday and they would have found out about the aneurysm during the autopsy. 

That still sends freaking chills down my spine. My best friend works as an emergency room nurse at the same hospital that I was operated on and she was freaking out internally but kept it together on the outside for me. She explained just how serious this all was after I was in recovery. 

I’ve promised to tell her whenever I get that same feeling again.


5. When Voices Collide

There's a very fun road that gets you from Niederndorf to Vach (or back) in Germany. You can go 60 or 70 ~~clicks~~ kph along smooth tight turns and little rolling hills. All around it for acres and acres are fields of whatever's in season and no intersections for several kilometers. It's a very fun road to go too fast on. 

This day, something like wheat was in and it was high. I couldn't see around the corners, but I knew the road well and was staying in my lane. And I was going fast, and smiling.

About half way in, I heard a voice in my head as clear as if the speaker were sitting next to me and it said, "You need to slow down." It was startling and I braked immediately.

Two seconds later I come through one of the turns and into the tail end of a combine taking up both lanes and moving slowly. I barely stopped in time

Those extra two seconds of brake time saved a Volvo at least, but I'm pretty sure they saved my life too.


6. Close Call At The ATM

Once I was at the bank doing business with the ATM. I noticed a black and yellow van parked with a man in the driver's seat. The van was off, and he was just sitting there. Made me uncomfortable, so I didn't want to go home. 

Instead, I got in my car and moved to the other side of the parking lot near a hardware store and outdoor recycling center (it was broad daylight). I just sat in my car pretending to read, and the van started up and moved down to my side of the parking lot. 

Again, he reversed the van into a parking spot that was facing my car. Now I knew that I shouldn't go home (which was nearby), so instead, I got out and went to visit the two men who were manning the recycling center.

I asked if I could sit on their extra chair because the van guy was making me uncomfortable. They said sure, and since business was slow, we got to chatting. 

I asked them how they liked the work and how business had been. The van guy finally started up his van and left, after I took a picture of it and texted the info to my husband. After another 10 minutes with the guys, I took a circuitous route home to make sure the van wasn't anywhere around.

Well, whatevers. They still saved me.


7. Hair Raising Drama

I was with a coworker. He had lied to me about going to a family party of his. But when I showed up, it was just him and I and we went to a bar. I rolled my eyes and just thought I could clench my teeth through it. 

He knew the owner of the bar. And got me alcoholic drinks (I was only 20). I started pouring out the drinks when the dude was shooting pool because I didn't want to be tipsy/drunk while dealing with him (that decision honestly saved me).

I told him I wanted to go home, but he talked me into taking him home first. So I followed the directions he gave me and I pulled into a hookah bar parking lot instead. He started getting really aggressive and trying to kiss me.

I kept pushing him off. I was still trying to be polite but firm and telling him to stop. That's when I noticed the group of guys around my car, talking to my coworker in my car in another language. 

He then opened my car door, got out, and proceeded to grab me by the hair to try to pull me out of my car, the other guys gathering around. 

I had the mind to lock my door when I noticed the other guys. I also had put my car in reverse. So when he grabbed my hair I let off the brake and my car started rolling back so he let go of me.


It was terrifying. I told our boss the next day and he quit when our boss asked him about it.

I even drove away with my passenger door wide open. I didn't stop to close it until I was several miles away and even then I was super paranoid.


8. Luck Favors The Bold

I was offered a dream job at almost double my salary in a different city. It was only 2 hours away, but something told me not to take the job. I had a number of people tell me I would never have another opportunity like this, and my fear of leaving my hometown was holding me back. 

I'd already been working within this division for 7 years. I was offered 2 internal positions at the same time with my employer, one with a huge salary bump out-of-town as a trainer, and one at the same salary in-town doing casework in a completely new department. 

It was either change locations or change departments, so I listened to my gut and chose the lower-paying job in a new department and called myself a failure for not taking a risk.  

2 months after I turned it down, that division of the company was sold, and everyone in that department lost their job. I’d have been stuck in a new city with no friends or family nearby, and no job prospects.

Within 4 years of taking the position in-town, I was managing the trainers in my new department. In the 11 years I've been in my new department, I've almost tripled my salary.  

If I'd lost that job in 2008 I'd have lost all the benefits that come with 7 years of employment (vacation time, stock options, performance reviews, 401k hassles, contacts, etc.).  

I never could have foreseen this turn of events 11 years ago, and a lot of it was the dumb luck of being in the right place at the right time -- and following my gut.


9. Guardian Angel In Uniform

About 10 years ago, working security at a site about 50 miles from home, got off shift at midnight, and didn't bother to change out of uniform because I was only going to stop for gas. Two stations in the town I was working in were open after midnight, but it slipped my mind as I drove past the first one. 

Pulled into the other, (same brand, same gas price, same sort of dump entirely) and just didn't like something about it. Nobody else was around but the clerk that I could see, but I decided to go back to the other one.

Topped off and headed back out of town, I got close to that station again. Three city cop cars, two deputies and a state trooper are outside blocking the road with guns drawn. Turns out a city cop walked in on a robbery. 

Dude put a bullet in his vest, and the store owner knocked the robber out cold with a bat before the cop could recover enough to get his gun out.  

That would have been me, in a uniform with a nice shiny badge, but no body armor. 


10. Clubbing Solo

I normally go to the club with my husband. He was out of town but I had friends that said they'd be out. My club has always been a very safe club but the area it's in has had its ups and downs, (because drinking and a bunch of clubs in a small area comes with drunks and ne'er do wells of all kinds) Since I was alone I chose my parking spot carefully. 

The usual spot was a few blocks off and that was farther than I was comfortable. The paid parking lot was open but they crammed so many cars that getting in and out could be difficult and that just made me uncomfortable for some reason. 

I chose street parking two blocks down. 

The block itself was dark but the next block up was very brightly lit thanks to a big name hotel. Basically I had a semi dark block, a very well lit block (with the paid parking lot and parking lot attendant across from it) and then I was at my club. 

Straight shot. My car and the club were in eye sight of each other if one stood at the corner and leaned over enough.

The moment I got into the club I knew something was wrong but I couldn't put my finger on it. None of my friends showed up so I'm alone. Normally this isn't an issue, but the vibe was seriously off. 

Without going into too long of a story with details, some dude kept trying to buy me a drink that I kept turning down, partly because I don't accept drinks from strangers and partly because this dude didn't seem to be flirting with me and so I couldn't understand why he was so insistent on getting me a drink. 

I lied and said I was on medication but he kept insisting so I agreed to water (because it comes in a sealed water bottle). Dude comes back with the type of glass that mixed drinks usually come in. 

The moment he gives it to me he leaves and I don't see him again for the rest of the night. The "water" went straight down the bathroom sink and I started looking for someone to walk me out because my alarm bells are going off.

Partially due to my own impatience to get myself gone and partially because the one person I knew had also disappeared, I ended up just leaving without having someone walk me. Two blocks, straight line, mostly brightly lit... what could happen?


Once again the moment I crossed the street and was walking that first block this voice in my head says "You messed up! you messed up! Get your keys out and get ready!" I'm having a full on conversation with this inner instinct/voice/what have you, trying to figure out why I'm freaked out. 

I thought about heading back to the club and that voice said "Nope! It's too late. Don't run, or they'll know you know. Just keep your eyes forward and be ready to jump in your car. Don't stop for anything!"

 I'm looking to make eye contact with the parking lot attendant but he's not there so I have no witnesses to at least watch me get to my car. Now, I'm suddenly terrified of that half a block of unlit road that I'm parked on. 

I almost froze at the corner but that voice said "Go! hurry! now!" Crossing that road into darkness felt like jumping into the unknown. I'm freaking out and I have no idea why but now I'm picking up my pace and hoping I don't drop my keys because my hands are shaking so badly (and also, I've had nightmares like this before). For no reason! There wasn't a single thing that gave me reason to feel this panicked.

Until I get to my car door...

As soon as I got my door open another car pulled up from behind me and slid into the spot directly behind mine. This is weird because it's street parking, so 1. they parked sloppily with the tail end half in the street, 2. they're parked facing the wrong direction. 3. Holy crap, I don't think they're meaning to actually park. 

I hit the door locks and started to back up. In my rearview mirror I see the torso of some guy jump out and head toward my passenger door. I'm already pulling out of the parking spot but I could see his tensed up arm and closed fist just outside my passenger window.  

I was terrified that I hadn't given myself enough room to pull out and would have to reverse again. 

Had he parked any closer, I wouldn't have had enough room! At that point I was fully committed to hitting the car in front of me if I had to because that voice was still screaming "Don't stop! Go, go, go!!!" 

And then I was gone. and that voice was gone. and I'm speeding down the highway in the most deafening silence I've ever experienced as I tried to understand what just happened. It took me a bit to put the pieces together but I think Drink Dude was spiking drinks and Car Dude was picking up. 

The more I think about it the more I get the feeling that it was a dangerous operation. If I had been two seconds slower for any reason, I can only imagine how that night would have ended. 


11. Mother's Quick Thinking

My mother saved my grandfather's life when he had a stroke in his chair in their living room.

We had all started to walk around the development, when my mother, after about 50-75 meters from the house said, "I am going to go back and check on Dad." I went with her, and I nearly witnessed my grandfather die.  

He was on the chair, conscious, but unable to move or talk... Just looking at my mother with bulging eyes. She called 911 once, then twice when she felt that they were running late. Ambulance came, got him on the stretcher, but it was too wide to fit out the door. We ended up tearing the door frame off to get him out.

Because he was conscious, he actually remembers the ride to the hospital. He told us later that he heard the driver or someone say, there is not a chance that this guy lives. That was when I was around 5-6 years old. He is still alive to this day, more than a decade later.

At my mother’s funeral, part of his speech was about how, without my mother’s actions, he would not have been able to spend time with her during her final years of life. And for that, he is eternally grateful.


12. Dad's Call Saves Sister

My aunt told me a story about my dad, who greatly dislikes his sister and is an all around deadbeat 98% of the time, calling her out of the blue one night while she was in college. 

She answered, he said he didn't know why but he had this urge to call her, to make sure she was okay. She told him she was fine and thanked him for calling to check on her.

She never told anyone else except me, and hopefully a therapist or two, but she was holding the bottle of pills she was planning to end herself with right when he called her. Twenty something years later and she's very happy with her decision to live.


13. Tea Time Trap

A few years ago, when I was 19 and studying abroad in Europe, my friend and I decided to go to Turkey. It was our first time really traveling on our own without a group and we decided to walk around the square outside of the Blue Mosque. 

We felt very safe during the day and decided to see the city at night with the lights. As we were in the square, we were hounded by typical store owner's trying to sell us something. Finally, most went away and as we were going back to our hotel, a younger guy approached us. 

He said he had a shop on the corner, which he pointed to with lots of souvenirs including carpets. I grew up with a lot of handmade, woven carpets from my parents travels to the middle east and Asia. I decided it would be a nice gift. 

So we followed him, and when we got to what we thought was his shop, we stopped. 

We started to walk in and he said not that one, the one around the corner. We poke our head around and sure enough see a store, only selling carpets. I started to get a slightly strange feeling but nothing overwhelming, so we followed him as we could see the store

When we walked in, about 13-15 other men were in the shop. They were pointing out carpets and showing us around and I started to get really uncomfortable. My friend seemed completely at ease, so we followed the group around the bend to the other part of the store. 

In Turkey, it is common to be offered tea, so that part is not particularly odd, but the men, who were now circling us, were insistent that we have tea with them in the basement. I kept saying no but they were leading us towards steps, completely surrounding us.

We got to the steps and my friend started walking down, my body began to sweat, my heart went crazy, and I never had such an overwhelming fear. I kept trying to think of how we could overpower these men. 

I grabbed my phone, stopped in my tracks, and gasped. "Friend's name, we need to go right now. My mom just texted me asking why we aren't back at the hotel yet cause the map shows we're at this store. We're supposed to facetime with them in 10 minutes."

The men kind of look around and tell us we can have tea in less than that amount of time. I keep insisting that my parents are freaking out because they can tell we're in the carpet store and not the hotel and that they will likely contact the embassy if we don't get going. 

They continued blocking the staircase. I told them that we would come for tea in the morning as I still really wanted a carpet and that we needed to get out of the store and back to facetime. It took a little persuading but they eventually opened a path for us to go to the door. 

One of them followed us back to the square insisting that we return/come back and see them. Of course, we didn't.

I have no idea if they were completely harmless or not but I had never had such an overwhelming feeling. They easily could've done stuff to us, placed us in carpets, and taken us out. 

My parents didn't actually have our location as my phone was on airplane mode. So who actually knows, on the other hand, I might've been paranoid, but it wasn't a situation I ever wanted to be in again. Once we were back at the hotel, she told me she was really scared too but that she thought I was fine so she went with it.


14. Quiet In The Wild

I was in the Amazon at the end of a 3 month solo trip around Latin America. I wanted to enjoy one last walk through the jungle before leaving so I left my jungle lodge around 8am to walk down to a small river nearby. 

I stop and close my eyes to listen to the sounds as the jungle is super loud with crickets, birds, insects etc. Almost immediately I got a weird feeling and felt really uncomfortable - which was weird because up until then I'd only felt peaceful and happy.

When I opened my eyes, I realized everything had gone completely quiet which was definitely not normal and not something I had experienced in other rain forests I'd been to. It was bizarre. I immediately felt that I had to leave and fast. 

After I dipped and got back to the jungle lodge, I told the tour guide what happened and he said it usually only gets quiet when there is a big predator close by - thanks but no thanks!


15. Truck Vs Snacks

When I was young (around 8 or 9 probably), I lived 3 blocks from a convenience store. It was the early 90s. My best friend and I convinced our parents to let us walk to the store alone to get some snacks. 

Important to add that the two blocks closest to the store are connected but the 3rd block we lived on was its own unconnected neighborhood. 

So anyway, as we are walking back from the store, we are coming up to the first street and a truck drives by and stops on the side of the road in between the first and second block on our side of the road. 

I stopped and told my friend that we should go down the first street and go through the neighborhood, come back out the second street and then head to our 3rd street to avoid the truck. 

She thought I was being stupid but I refused to keep walking on the main street so she followed me down the first road. We are now in the first neighborhood and about halfway between the first and second street when we see the truck slowly driving down the second street into the neighborhood.

The driver sees us and immediately slams on the gas and turns his truck towards us on the street. We ran and hid in some bushes further into the neighborhood for about ten minutes. 

We heard the truck driving back and forth for about the first five and then it was quiet so we started making our way out of the neighborhood towards the second street again. Suddenly, here comes the truck again slowly, sees us and guns it towards us again. 

We jumped over a fence into a backyard and started pounding on the back door. By the way, This is a tuesday. Middle of the day during summer vacation... Most people are at work. But miraculously, a man and woman open the door and let us in. 

The woman had just had a baby like a week before so they were home on leave. They called the cops and my mom and the man went outside. He said the truck drove by and the man saw him standing outside and sped out of the neighborhood. 

Cops and my mom showed up minutes later and we gave a description and never heard anything about it again. Our parents just drove us to the convenience store from then on. My mom still talks about it to this day and how shocked she was that I had such a strong intuition at that age.


16. Guardian Friend

A big group of friends and I were walking home from an event in a town we weren't used to. It was night, and hardly anyone was around – empty streets and all that. We were walking down a sidewalk that had high fences next to it, so when you turned a corner, whatever was around it was out of sight.  

One of the girls fell behind (distracted by her phone, I think), and I noticed, so I started drifting behind as well to become a sort of midway point between her in the group. 

Soon, we were nearing where we were staying, and our group rounded a corner, then started making their way into the yard where our living quarters were. I saw a car drive past us, then turn the corner down the street the girl was still on.

As soon as I saw it, I suddenly got this suspicious, awful feeling, so I stopped, and went back to the corner to keep an eye on the friend.

The car drove past her, stopped, did a complete u-turn, and slowly started creeping up behind/alongside her. She was still on her phone, and wasn't noticing a thing.

I stepped out from behind the corner, and started walking towards her. The car sped off quickly as soon as the driver saw me.

It scares me that someone could have grabbed her, and none of us would have seen a thing. It would have just been one of those cliche movie moments where you turn around, and realize a member of the group is missing. 

To compound that potential tragedy, she'd just gotten engaged a few weeks prior. 

I think the fact that we had worked with some safe houses in the area that discussed illegal stuff probably aided in me being on high alert, and the area we were in was known for that sort of thing. 


17. Midnight At The Gas Station

I was hanging out with friends at a bar but then going to head to my friend’s to stay the night. We drove separately though. It was in a city with a super high crime rate and in an even rougher part of town. 

We left the bar at like 3am and the drive wasn’t far, but I was really low on gas and wasn’t sure if I was going to make it. 

I’m not normally a person who’s paranoid over city/neighborhood crime rates and I spent like half my time in this city and in the area we were in anyway, so it wasn’t foreign to me by any means. 

Even so, just to be on the safe side, I picked a gas station that was well lit and at a relatively busy intersection. I was the only car at the gas station and when I pulled up to the pump I luckily took a moment to text my friend that I’d catch up with him in a few minutes.

As I’m doing that, though, another car pulls up right on the other side of the pump that I was at. I have no idea what made me pause, but I just waited a second to let them get out first. But I had to keep waiting, because they weren’t getting out.

At first, I thought that maybe they were taking a moment to get their wallet, text someone, just doing _something_. I couldn’t see through the window tint at all, though, but I also tried to not stare at them or make it super obvious. I’m also not a very intimidating guy. 

I waited it out for 5 minutes and then started getting more worried. I texted my friend to tell him exactly where I was. I couldn’t leave because I didn’t have enough gas to get anywhere else and I didn’t want to just drive to my friend’s place in the event that they followed me. 

Another 10 minutes later, the car pulled off. No one ever got out to get gas - including me. I just headed to my friend’s and decided to risk getting there on what I had left in my tank. 

I’m not sure what made me that paranoid at that moment, but I’m really freaking glad I hesitated. 


18. Very Urgent Need

My boyfriend and I were visiting friends for a week in Phoenix. We girls were lounging at the pool while the guys were flexing their grilling skills. My boyfriend paused for a moment, stood very still then told me to go get dressed, we had to go. Right now. I wanted to fuss but something told me not to. 

We drove straight through to San Antonio right to his parents' very rural house. (before cell phones and they didn’t have a landline within a half mile) Seconds before we arrived his little sister had jumped off of a rain barrel and landed on a metal spike that went straight up through her foot and into her leg. 

His dad was at work so there was no car available there. She was bleeding like crazy and his mother had just walked out and found her. I don’t know what spoke to him in Phoenix, but it would have been all bad if we had not arrived exactly when we did.

TIme passed, my boyfriend and I got an apartment together, he worked, I didn’t. Every day I packed a nice lunch for him and made a good dinner. 

One afternoon, nothing out of the ordinary, I was laying out at the complex pool and an older guy walked over to introduce himself. He wasn’t hitting on me, he had just moved into town and was new to the complex. 

We chatted for three or four minutes when my boyfriend showed up at the pool. Odd, but ok. Introductions then we returned to the apartment for lunch.

Once behind the door of the apartment he said to me; “Stay away from that guy. There is something very bad about him. He feels like the bottom of the deepest ocean.”

By now, you kinda know that he senses things. In fact, the reason he came home during his lunch was that he had a feeling which he had before I was even at the pool. He just sensed something bad and came home.

After he returned to work, I was taking the kitchen trash out and the man approached me again. I’m former Army and in pretty good shape and he’s older. 

No place in his swimsuit for a weapon and I could probably take him, plus it wasn’t in a secluded place. I’m not afraid.

He asked me if my boyfriend was psychic. 

As it turns out, this guy is psychic and in fact recently transferred to San Antonio from a sister radio station to do his show there. He told me that when two psychics meet, oftentimes they feel something like cold darkness because they are receptive to vibes instead of emitting like most people.

In the end, he guided my boyfriend to better understand the things he sensed and they became great friends. 


19. The Mannequin

I saw a mannequin ominously placed by the trash in a dark alley. Almost walked away, but decided to check it out because something felt really off. Turned out to be a 15 year old girl who had OD’d.

Two friends and I were filming a music video and got back to our friend’s house around midnight. As we’re walking in his backdoor I see the “mannequin” laying by the trash can. 

I honestly thought it was a prank at first because the alley was completely dark and the “mannequin” was lying perfectly under the one light in the alley. 

I decided to check it out and my two friends came with me. As we get closer we realize that it’s a girl. We figure she’s mid twenties and probably just passed out drunk cause there’s a bunch of seedy bars in the area. 

My one friend shakes her, after a few shakes she comes to and has this absolutely wild, animal-like look in her eyes. She hops to her feet, thrashes at us a bit, before taking off down the dark alley. 

She’s understandably afraid because she just came into a dark alley with three dudes hovering over her. As she makes her way down the alley, we try to tail her while giving her space because she’s acting wild. 

I want to call the cops, my one friend wants to help her but not call the cops and get her in trouble and my third friend wants to leave her figuring she’s just drunk and headed home. While arguing about what to do/ keeping our distance so we don’t freak her out, we actually lose track of her but find her phone in the middle of the alley. 

It's got 100’s of missed calls, it starts ringing so we answer it and it’s an extremely and understandably upset friend who says everyone has been trying to get ahold of her. She says she’s not in the state but says she will call her mom and have her call us in a minute. 

A minute later, the mom calls and tells us that her daughter is 15 and went missing earlier that night. She is eerily calm and nonchalant about the whole thing and says something to the effect of “oh she had her Wisdom teeth out earlier that day and is probably just messed up from the meds”. 

She says not to worry about the cops, she’ll handle them and her and her boyfriend will be by shortly to grab the phone.

About ten minutes later, the mom and the boyfriend show up with flashlights, grab the phone and all the info we have, make a few weird jokes and go off down the alley. The whole thing was weird but we figure they’re not worried so we go on about our night feeling uneasy

The next day, my buddy calls me and says the mom showed back up at his house, has a full on breakdown in his living room, tells him that they found her down the road a few minutes after we met with them. Turns out she had downed almost a whole bottle of vodka and every pill she could find in the house. 

They had to pump her stomach and the doctors said if we hadn’t found her she would have been dead before morning. The mother then hugs my friend, gives him an envelope and leaves. The envelope had $1000 dollars in it. Luckily we had exchanged addresses with the mother earlier, so my buddy went and slipped the money back under her door. 

I say I don’t know if she made it because even though she got saved that time, if she’s 15 and going through that much, I just don’t know. I think about her a lot and truly hope she’s doing ok.


20. Tingling Sensation

I worked at a fast food restaurant and I got an antsy phone call from my dad telling me to come home ASAP. There were storms on the way and he was nervous about the timing. I thought he was being paranoid until I got this really uneasy feeling as well. Every nerve in my body was telling me to get home right now

I made the manager man when I left without mopping the floors. I rushed home and I had barely gotten into the door for two minutes before a tornado hit our house.

Looking back on it, if I didn't leave when I did, I would've been driving along the road the tornado followed and I probably wouldn't be here.  

I got written up at work for leaving without completing my tasks but a write-up is better than being dead. 


21. A Set Up

When I was 18 in my first year of college, I was walking into a convenience store and two girls popped out of a car to ask me to buy them cigarettes because they said they were 17 (needed to be 18). 

I said sure, took their money and order, and as I was walking in, a bald 40-something guy wearing a button down shirt walked out. 

I immediately thought that guy's a cop. I bought for me and the girls, and asked the clerk straight up if that guy was a cop. Clerk confirmed it for me. 

So I walked out, told the girls to meet me across the street, and walked back to my dorm.

Across the street I saw the cop creeping behind a building in his unmarked Crown Victoria, and so I walked right back into my dorm without waiting for a trap.

The whole thing was a sting set up outside a dorm to catch college freshmen buying cigs for people a year younger than them. Such a waste of time. 

The girls were in on it, the clerk knew but had no choice, and because of my hunch and his confirmation, I walked right out of it with two free packs of smokes. 


22. Fake Name, Real Lesson

A little over a year ago I matched with this guy on Tinder. He was a great looking guy. We chatted for a couple weeks and I couldn't put my finger on it but something just didn't feel right so I just stopped texting one day. 

A couple weeks went by and he messaged me to say hi. I ended up looking through the previous messages to try to remember why I stopped texting. I couldn't pinpoint a single reason. He seemed fine. I thought maybe I was just having a bad day. So I asked him out. We went out a couple of nights later. 

I didn't really find a connection with him in person. He seemed like a nice guy and all and he was as good looking in person as he is in pictures. But he just jibber-jabber about topics instead of trying to have a meaningful conversation. Annoying and not my thing but harmless. 

So we got to the end of the date and I decided to get coffee at his place. No future for a relationship, but maybe he's good in bed, y'know? We were making out on the couch a bit and suddenly that feeling hit me again. 

He was on top of me, but not even pressing down on me that hard, but for some reason it just felt so oppressive and scary. I told him I needed to get home and left. He was definitely annoyed but let me leave without a fight. 

I got in the car and as soon as I pulled out of the parking lot, he was texting me. I texted back as much as I could while driving (like at stoplights and stuff). I assured him it was me and not him and he's a great guy, blah blah blah. He just kept texting. 

I started ignoring them because I can't text and freaking drive in the dark in the rain. So he starts calling me. I answered and he started giving me a lecture about how "unprofessional" what I just did was. He started out calm then just kept getting angrier and angrier. 

I hung up on him. I don't have time for that crap. 

Dude texts and calls all. Night. Long. It was terrifying. He slowed down in the late morning hours. I think he finally got a little sleep. Then started up again and continued on for the better part of a week. 

I reported him to Tinder and was seriously looking up the process for getting a restraining order. He finally just stopped on his own. 

And this is why I use a fake name on tinder and listen when my gut tells me something!


23. Cellphone Savior

My wife and I had an apartment in a really sketchy area of a city we used to live in. One day, we were walking home and could hear people yelling and a general commotion from a house about a block ahead of us. Nothing out of the ordinary for this area though.

For whatever reason, something didn't feel right to me. I put my hand down low and whispered to my wife "Give me your phone, give me your phone" (this was before everyone had a phone, only my wife had a cell between us). 

I dialed 9-1-1 as soon as she handed me the phone. Within 2 seconds after I dialed, a guy burst out of a car parked in front and ran at the house with 2 giant butcher knives screaming "I'm gonna freaking kill everyone!"

I got the operator just as he was banging and trying to break down the door. As I was talking with the operator, he turned and looked at us and started running full speed toward us. He was about 40 feet away when 4 cruisers came screaming up the street and stopped between us and him. 

The cops were able to arrest him without any issue.

I don't know what it was about an everyday ghetto yelling match that set my gut off, but something told me it wasn't going to end well if I didn't get the police there ASAP.


24. Wildfires

My husband and I were on our annual Christmas through NYE camping trip (Australia in case you’re wondering why anyone would choose to freeze their asses off at that time of year. It’s 35 Celsius here).

We planned to stay at this fair remote National Park campground we’d stayed at a few years previous in a place called Wadbilliga National Park. We arrived at about 4pm, set up camp, had a quick swim, made dinner, washed up and went to bed. 

However, we couldn't sleep. We were both really genuinely afraid. We didn’t know what... It's a really isolated area and we had planned not to pass 3 other vehicles on what would have been an hour’s worth of 4x4 tracks. We couldn’t put our finger on it. Did we suspect those people in those 3 vehicles of being a danger to us? No, but we were still afraid to go to sleep.

Finally at around 11;30pm after hours of to-and-fro, we packed up everything in the pitch dark and drove 25 kms out of the National Park onto private farm land where we took a risk and set up our tent and got a few precious hours of shut eye. 

At 6:15am we were awoken by the farmer whose land we were on, she wanted to know what we were doing there. We apologized profusely and told her how we’d felt under threat in the National Park and had driven out in total fear. 

Her exact words were “Good thing, too. The whole bloody place is on fire and we’re evacuating now.”

So yeah turns out a tiny grass fire that we’d passed on our way down to the NP had grown over night by like 2000 hectares and turned into yet another massive and out of Christmas Byron bushfire. 

When we got out of our text our vehicle tent and other items were totally covered in ash that was rapidly falling from the sky. It was unbelievable and really frightening. 


25. The Power Of Friendship

I came back to work after a week off for Christmas vacation and immediately noticed something was off with my friend. I had no clue what it was but I just knew something was wrong with him but I couldn't explain what it was. I kept asking him if he was alright but he kept saying everything was fine.

On the second day he came up to me and asked me how to do something that I knew he knew how to do. I had trained him on how to do it. I became very concerned at this point. The 3rd day was new year’s eve so we only had a half day and he was working on a spreadsheet. 

End of the day came around and I took one look at it and I could have printed it out and called it modern art, that's how horrifying it looked. I called the boss over and he pulled him off of it which caused my friend to break down and start crying because he couldn't understand that he had done anything wrong. 

I was moving to a new place over our day and a half off so I simply told him that something was wrong with him and he needed to get some help. 

We came back in for one day on Friday and my friend wasn't there. I learned that he was in the hospital because of a heart attack. Later on we learned that during the days leading up he was suffering from mini strokes and that all of my constant nagging about if he was alright ultimately led to him thinking that maybe there is something wrong with him and so he called a taxi to take him to the ER on new year’s eve where they immediately recognized that he was having a heart attack. 

A doctor later told him that if he had not gone to the ER when he did he would not have woken up if he had gone to sleep that night.

Because of this my friend says that I saved his life through the power of our friendship.



26. Silent Weapon

When I was 19, I was walking home at midnight from a tram stop and I got the feeling I should pretend I was on the phone. A minute after doing so a car pulls up next to me on the empty road. 

It's four guys all leering at me, the one in the passenger side starts saying things like, "how about we take you for a good time" and his tone is predatory. 

I try to keep it cool because I didn't want to look frightened to encourage them that I am prey and start telling my 'friend' there's a group of guys in a car attacking me and describing the car. I heard the driver say to his mate about my conversation on the phone and then they took off.

I ran home faster than Usain Bolt with 000 now ready on my phone should they change their mind and come back.

A couple of months later I hear on the news that in my area there was a group picking up girls and gang raping them. The description matched the car and the guys in it that followed me that night. 

I had the sense after my encounter to tell my work what happened and refuse to do night shift any more unless they paid for my taxi home. I shudder to think what may have happened if I hadn't pretended to be on the phone that night. 


27. When Curiosity Saves The Day

About 15 years ago I left work early, like really early, for no real reason. I got home and all these kids were standing near my door (apartment complex next to a pond) and they were all staring at me and not saying anything. 

I went inside and dropped my bag and it wouldn't stop weighing on me how weird it was so I went back outside. I spoke to them asking what was going on and one kid meekly asked if I could help his friend. A kid I didn't see was sitting on a curb surrounded by all the rest. They had all jumped the fence next to the pond, except he slipped and impaled the flesh of his inner thigh and got stuck, the kids helped pick him up off of it, but he was just sitting there bleeding everywhere with a bunch of meat hanging out. 

I got him treated by an ambulance on the way. He came back a few weeks later with his family to thank me, and said I saved his leg.    

There were 6-7 kids who all just followed me with their eyes without any sound (no talking, no shuffling, no kid sounds) as I walked down the sidewalk, that’s what freaked me out. The kid in question was sitting on a curb in between them facing away so I didn’t notice him. 

When I asked what was going on they parted like the Red Sea showing me those kids back. He was in shock and asked me if he needed help and then lifted his shorts leg. Everyone was eerily calm about the whole thing. However once lights and sirens came they scattered to the 4 winds.    

The railing was made of 1/2” steel tubing. The top had a horizontal runner about 8 inches from the top of the picket. Each picket was 4” apart and the tops of each picket were pinched together flat then the edges were folded in, creating a spear but without any barbs. 

This created a place to put your foot to hop the fence so you didn’t slip. So luckily it was smooth in and smooth out. What’s horrifying and I never thought of until now, is that how he skipped the fence and how he had to fall to impale his thigh means he hung there with all his weight on it. Jesus. 


28. Creepy Landlord

Before my husband and I were married with good jobs we were young and poor and didn’t care where we lived.. we rented out a sketchy little house behind the landlord's house that was clearly a shed poorly transformed into a small studio space. 

At the time I worked late nights and my husband worked mornings so I would sleep till around 12 and work all night. The landlord, Greg, was this bald old man with a heavy Russian accent. He was kind of odd but seemed nice. So was his wife. 

He’d made odd comments and invited me into his house to FaceTime (at the time it was a different program I can’t remember what the OG online face chat was) with his friends in Russia. 

One time I complained that the chipmunks were crawling into the roof, asked to patch it up better and he said “Baah no need, I take care” and I swear to God he would snatch them up with his bare hands and break their necks. I wish I was making that up. Weird, he made me feel uneasy but seemed kind to us. 

When we first moved in, I kept waking up feeling uneasy when I should’ve been exhausted. I’d feel nervous and get up, check the doors, check closets etc. 

One week my husband went away to visit his father and I was alone and literally felt like I was constantly being watched. The bedroom window was back in the yard and it was heavily wooded, I’d hear crunching of leaves and footsteps all the time. My husband said I was being paranoid because I was alone and I thought so too.

But then that same week my husband was away I offered to watch my friend's dog. So I got home from work around 2am and got to sleep around 3-4am. I woke up around 8-9am to the dog barking and growling like a mad man. Now, because the space was similar to a studio we had no doors on anything besides the bathroom. 

I spring up, and see Greg the landlord literally in the living room, hand on the front door just frozen. He was caught off guard by the dog and I yelled, “What the heck are you doing?!” 

I thought the house was on fire or something, and I knew the front door was locked. I always lock it. He quickly apologized and walked out. When I shook from my sleepy daze I realized maybe this wasn’t a one time thing, I took a shower, dressed and walked up to their house. Greg’s car wasn’t in the driveway but his wife was home. 

I told her what happened and asked why Greg would use his keys to go in the house without giving me notice. She was nonchalant about it and replied “It’s his house he can do what he wants. He likes to check on things from time to time”.

I flipped out on her. Clearly this was happening often and the eerie feeling I was getting im 10000% sure was Greg literally coming in the house, watching me sleep completely invading my privacy when he knew I was alone and asleep. 

We noped the heck out of there as soon as we could. He actually tried to take us to small claims court for breaking the lease but I had already reported him to the police and found out the space we were renting wasn’t even up to code or on the books to be rented. 


29. Every Seconds Counts

I used to work in a big city as a medical emergency responder/dispatcher. One night I arrived for my shift and like one hour later I got this call. A man calling for his wife who was choking on food, and who suddenly started to "feel better" whilst the call, which made him change his mind and say he didn't need an ambulance anymore. 

I could've stopped the call there, canceled or ranked it as a low priority. But I had this feeling, and when the man asked me if I wanted to speak to her I said yes.

"Ma'am this is the emergency services, are you sure that you don't need help of any kind? "

No answer.

"Would you need the services of the police?"


So I ask:

"Is the guy beside you dangerous?"


Man, the rush of adrenaline I got. I made her go to safety and then she told me all about how he had been beating her for a long time, how she had no way to get out of this, that she was choking while eating because of the stress of being beside him...

I worked with the police and they went on the scene, probably preventing the woman from being beaten up again. 

Always trust your instinct.


30. The Premonition

My father started publicly dating a woman shortly after my mother died (I later learned she's likely the woman he'd been having an affair with before she died). I liked her. 

One evening my father took me to one side and asked how I'd feel about him asking her to marry him. I got an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach and felt nauseated

I told my father I didn't want him to and he asked why as he thought I liked her. I explained that I did like her but had a bad feeling and he said "That's just a feeling, they don't mean anything". 

He already had the ring and proposed straight away. I got really excited about the engagement, the wedding, moving house, and my impending little sister.

After the wedding she changed. After my half-sister was born she went crazy. She attacked me, my full sister (my mother's child), and later my half sister (her own child). He only left her when my doctor told him something was clearly going on with her that was affecting my health. 

Apparently, she was putting a substance that I'm intolerant to in my food and my father wouldn't believe me and would force me to eat whatever she made, however I couldn't get a doctor alone without her to tell them. 

My maternal grandmother told him if he didn't leave her she'd go for custody. He accused me of lying for the entire time leading up to that and has never asked me about any of my attempts to get help since.


31. The Sleepover

The first friend that reached out to me in high school invited me to a sleepover that became a weekly occurrence.

I met her stepdad, and instantly my stomach was unsettled. He was weird, tried too hard to seem cool/strong/useful, and stuck around us when we set up the sleeping bags in the living room and hung out. 

I kind of understood why he lingered the first night, but the lingering continued throughout the couple of years I stayed over. I told my mum I thought he was weird and suspicious and she told me never judge a book by its cover.

One day I found out that she had been continuously touched by him for years and had told her to bring friends over so he didn't touch her (her mother admitted it was so he could groom the friends). He was physically aggressive with me one day and I never went back. 

Took a month or so but I couldn't take it and gathered as much evidence that I could (things that used to mean nothing were suddenly glaringly obvious that something was wrong) and went to the police.

It was something I never really wanted to be true, but it had happened before (the same sort of 'something is very wrong here' situation has happened to me a few other times with similar or same results) and I just knew that I couldn't be wrong but I did question myself along the way. 


32. The Last Ride

Freshman year of college, September 2012, barely a week in. My dad comes to visit me on campus unexpectedly. We text pretty frequently, but I wasn't expecting an actual in-person visit from family until a month in, since campus was an hour and a half from home. 

He seems pretty excited, and tells me that he found my high school class ring, which I thought I'd lost toward the start of the summer. 

It was a shade too large for my ring finger (which was how I lost it in the first place), so I decided to put it in my drawer for safekeeping. He stops me, though, and tells me he's taking it back with him if I don't wear it. 

It fits pretty well on my middle finger instead, so I roll with it, but something about the wording... worries me.

Bad feeling number one.

As mentioned, we texted frequently while he was working, and he was telling me all of the following week about a charity bike ride he was participating in on Friday morning. He was really excited about the whole thing, he'd been getting in shape for it and everything. 

Friday afternoon rolls around, and I text him to ask him how he did. Never get a response. Something about this... again, it worries me, but I brush it off. Maybe he was really tired, he probably fell asleep already. He'll text me tomorrow.

Bad feeling number two.

Next day, my uncle and cousin drove up to visit. I've been close with the cousin for years and he wanted to visit me on campus, so this didn't surprise me all that much, though I figured he would have called. 

Something seemed off, though, like he was hiding something. And at the end of the day, my uncle said that my mom wanted me to go home with them, as "there's a surprise at home" for me. Again, something was off in his voice when he said it.

Bad feelings numbers three and four.

When I get home, I find my mother weeping at the kitchen table, my brother is locked into his room (shared with me, so I slept on the couch that night), my sister is practically catatonic in her room, and even the dog looks depressed.

Dad's dead. He suffered a heart attack during the bike ride, veered off course, fell off his bike. No one found him until it was too late. He died alone and in pain.

I still haven't taken that ring off. 


33. Foreshadowing

My dad has had health issues since 2008 when the first stroke hit. Since then he was always in and out of hospitals and it became just another thing. It happened so much that he would dismiss symptoms just so he wouldn't have to go to the hospital again. 

It became even worse when he was diagnosed with stage 4 kidney failure and had to do dialysis three times a week.

Anyway, I went to visit him about a month ago and out of the blue he kinda looks at his hand and says, "you know, my finger has been smelling funny lately." I'm all incredulous and I tell him funny smells usually means infections. 

I joke around and tell him he needs to get it looked at before they have to amputate it.

Spoiler alert: by the time he had it looked at the blood flow to the finger was compromised due to a fistula in his arm. He needed to get it amputated. 

This is where the funny feeling kicked in. My grandmother, his mom, passed away in 98' after her leg was amputated. The fact that he had to have anything amputated started making me anxious, and I dismissed it as being over dramatic.  

His surgery was the Friday before Mother's day and I went to visit him after work to see how he was feeling. He was so groggy and kept falling asleep at the table so my mom and I basically carried him to his bed. 

He's a proud man, super oldschool in a 'I'm a man, I don't need my wife and daughter helping me' kind of way but he clung to us because he just couldn't do it on his own.

We got him to the bed and he couldn't even lift his legs up. I had to do it for him and stick some pillows under his head. I looked over at my mom and the look on her face made my stomach drop. I asked her if she wanted me to stay with her tonight. You know, just in case. She said yes.

2am I go downstairs to check on them because I can't sleep. He starts moving around and trying to take his sweater vest off because he's hot. He was still wearing the clothes from earlier. So I help him unzip it and he wakes up briefly, sees that it's me and smiles. 

He puts his good hand on my arm and just smiles.

4am Saturday morning mom wakes me up and real calmly says she doesn't think Daddy is breathing. I knew it before I entered the room because in addition to the kidney issues, he had some breathing problems too and always took laborious breaths when he slept. 

It was quiet, I hesitate to use the term dead quiet because that's exactly what it was.

We called 911 and the ambulance came. They got him back, lost him, got him back again but said he was clinically brain dead and we should probably call the family. So we do.

1:00 am Mother's day my sister and I are standing watch in the room. We agreed to sleep in shifts and it was her turn. My anxiety is skyrocketing and my fight or flight is kicking in and I just want to leave and go for a walk around the halls to calm my mind. 

So I get up and as I'm passing his bed my anxiety becomes more direct, if that makes sense. I suddenly felt that I needed to be there. So I stood by his bed and held his hand. I told him that we were there with him, and just spoke about anything that came to my head because honestly I'm just flying on auto-pilot when it comes to cognitive function. 

I do remember saying, right before I sat down, that I know he's tired and that we don't want him to hurt anymore and we'll always love him. I went to sit back down because I was crying and a few minutes later the machines started going haywire. He passed at 1:30am.


34. Family Guy

When I was 13, my mom started dating a guy named...Ted. Ted was a therapist who lost custody of his own daughter a few years earlier for some unknown reason. Ted also had issues with illegal gun possession. I did not like Ted. But my mom did. 

She liked him so much, she let him behave as if he were my father. He helped me transfer schools, drove me to class every morning, and even gave me swimming lessons...and this is where the story turns. 

While teaching me how to float on my back one afternoon, Ted touched my butt. Not a supportive lift to prevent me from sinking, but a full on, jerk me by my bikini bottom, grab that exposed me underwater. It felt *wrong*, but I didn't have the words at the time to explain why. 

What also felt *wrong* was how often Ted talked about intercourse. How much he enjoyed it, how much his clients were having it, and what deviant things they were into. During these early morning car rides, Ted would also ask me sometimes how much I knew about intercourse, and where I was in my own physical development. Like I remember him asking about my periods a lot. 

Then one day, Ted disappeared. My mom didn't say why, just that it was over. Ok. Cool. Fast forward about 10 years. Bored in my apartment, I suddenly feel like googling Ted, and Hole. E. Crap. 

I found a cease and desist letter from the state dated a few years back that told him to shut down his business. Turns out Ted wasn't a therapist at all. He was a nasty man who created his own private practice so he could prey on vulnerable women. In fact, he was in a dom/sub relationship with several of his "patients" at the same time he was courting my mom and nudging his way into our church community. 

Told my mom about it - she had no idea. Told a family friend about it, he said, "I knew I didn't like that guy!" Then they both told me Ted had tried to get in touch with them recently! Both declined to meet him, of course, but my protective instincts kicked in. I said, if this fool has the nerve to pop up again, you direct him to me. I will confront him and call the cops on him myself if he dares to come near my family. 


35. Spacing Out

I met some guys in a large game of D&D that a mutual acquaintance had invited us to. Once the campaign was over some of us started a smaller group with a good friend of mine, and another's former room mate/friend. I just thought that the former roommate was a bit of a harmless burn out, forgot names and was a tad spacey at times.  

Even caught a couple movies with him at the theater. During one such outing he got a call at the restaurant where we were having drinks at pre\-show and told someone to 'hold me until I get out of this movie'.  

He said it was his meth dealer, I laughed thinking he was cracking one of his oddball jokes. I asked the friend that introduced us and he said he knew he dabbled in illegal substances but thought he mostly just smoked or ate edibles.  

Turns out this guy was taking meth on the weekends and staying up for most of it before crashing enough to go to work on Monday mornings. I think at some point he stopped waiting for it to be the weekend.  

We had a board game/card night planned and ended up playing a really fun card game called 'Smash\-Up'. We started learning the rules while waiting for the old roommate to get over. He comes walking in and immediately I know something is very wrong. He suddenly has a very bad bleached dye job on his hair and his appearance is very rumpled and overall he looks strung out as a freak.  

We welcomed him in and we explained the rules and started playing. The cards you plan on playing may change radically depending on what the person ahead of you plays, so each person usually takes a couple of minutes before playing what will get them the maximum score.  

Old room mate guy is getting more and more impatient, and we're joking around and he looks at the guy directly across from him and says if he doesn't play his hand, he would freaking kill him. Everyone else is nervous and laughs but I can tell that this is no joke.  

Just then, he slams his cards down, gets up with such force that he knocks his chair over backwards and charges around the table trying to get swings in while I am holding and shoving him back.  

He finally stops and just grabs his things and storms out the front door before ominously saying that, "He'll be seeing us around *real soon*."  

By the time we all calmed down, he had blocked all our phone numbers and all of us on social media. The guy he tried to attack was looking over his shoulder for weeks. This was over a year ago and nobody has seen or heard of him since.  


36. Smooth Criminal

A man came into the fast food restaurant where I used to work several years ago. It was just before closing, there were two of us up front, a manager a few yards away on a personal phone call, and someone in the back doing dishes. 

This man is a big, rough looking, blue collar kind of guy (this is relevant in a second). He orders a 3-piece meal, and my friend rings him up while I pack his food. My friend goes "you're total is $x.xx" and then I hear the register open and I hear the guy say "You have very soft hands, do you moisturize?". 

Instant alarm bells going off in my brain. This guy looks like a man's man, not the kind of person who would ever chat about skin care regimens. My friend is an idiot though, and starts prattling about lotions and what not. I don't do anything though - what am I going to call him out on- being too girly? 

But the next thing I hear is "oh, looks like you gave me the wrong change - you gave me a $20 and four $5s instead of a $5 and four $20's. Bam. My friend is still oblivious at this point - the guy is literally showing her the $20 and four $5's, how can she argue? 

I'm still a little green myself and not sure what to do. I don't have proof of anything. 

Then he hits her again - asks for change for another large bill, distracts her with random chatter, then oh, look at that, she messed up his change again. By that time I had gone to my manager and tried to make him get off the phone. 

It took him a second to understand what I was saying. By the time he got to the front the charade was coming to an end - the guy saw us staring at him, grabbed his food and left. 

Our manager counted the drawer. He ended up getting just over $200 out of my idiot friend. She had to pay it all back (none of it would have happened if she followed store policy of counting change back into the customer's hand). 

Never really looked into the legality of that, and it's too far in the past now to do anything about it. 


37. The Predator

A few years ago, I was just getting into our local arts community. There's a guy who owns a beautiful gallery space as well as the entirety of the remainder of the multiple story building. He does intricate stained glass work, and he has breathtaking glass installations in various sections of the building. The space is really dreamy.

It was my first time checking out the space and meeting him, and he waved a friend over, who happened to be a construction worker that had been helping him remodel the building. He invited his friend to give me a tour of the place.  

I was excited over the warm welcome and to check out the rest of the building, so I followed the guy without a second thought.

We walked around for maybe ten minutes when we arrived at a somewhat isolated section of the third floor where there weren't any working lights in the next room we were heading towards. The guy made a comment to me about the view from the windows being amazing.  

He waved me over and was like "come on, come check it out."

I felt really vaguely weird at the time, and I was like "No, it's cool, I'll stay out here, I don't want to trip on anything." 

He tried to put his hand on my arm to guide me into the room with him. I said no again and took my hand back. The look on his face shifted, and his grip tightened as he tried to pull me into the room with him.  

Cue panic mode. Another girl happened to be walking up the stairs around the same time that this happened, and I pulled my hand away again and said that I was going to follow her back downstairs.

I told the gallery owner about it, but he brushed it off saying that I misunderstood and that the other guy has "problems" and that it's "hard for him to communicate with people sometimes." I still see him around that town every once in a while, and he's always surrounded by dazed out girls that are clearly unable to function.  

Him having his arms draped around them just disgusts me on so many levels. He's an absolute creep. I've told everyone I've met that he's a predator and to avoid him. 


38. A Night To Remember

I lived in the Middle East for about 9 years. One night I was out with 3 friends of mine and we were hanging out having a smoke out on the street.

Two cars pulled up and about 6-7 grown men stepped out of the car rather aggressively right in front of us. As soon as that happened one of the guys I was with very quickly took off and another guy leaned in, grabbed my shoulder and said "Your name is Ahmed and you're muslim!" 

That's when I thought to myself "Something is very wrong here."

Turns out this was a group of Muslim extremists and they stood really close to us and started telling us about their brotherhood. The one guy I was with who was Muslim did most of the talking until a military truck pulled up, guns drawn, and told them to leave. 

They then said that they were just chatting and causing no problems. The Military asked us if we were fine and told us to stay out of this area late at night.

I still have the poop stains in my pants even though this happened 10 years ago. 


39. Lost In Translation

I was buying weed in Cuba when I was sixteen. Super nice guy, one of the first people I had met in Cuba, had only been there two weeks. I asked him for weed. He was like omg I sell weed. He's like I just got to pick it up from my house. I was, “No problem, you are a friend, this isn't weird!”

So, we enter the house, but part of the sidewall is blown out into a doorway to connect all the houses on the street. I would say there are about 10. So, we are walking through these houses. It's just old cubans watching tv. 

We got to the last house. It's the only one that has a door. He tells me, "Okay, I'm just going to get the stuff. you wait here." He enters, I hear him lock the door.

I get the "Oh, I'm about to get robbed." feeling. I turn around and I see all the doorways were passing now and have doggie gates to prevent a quick get away. 

So, I bolt.

I'm doing some Olympic vaulting over these doggie doors. I hear the door swing open. My friend lacks weed yet has a knife. 

So, I speed up. Old Cuban women are attempting to grab me. They are getting an American sixteen year old stiff arm to the face. 

I get to the street. He is right on my tail. Book about 5 more blocks. I see a cop. Basically power slides behind him. Look up, I see my "friend" half way up the block. Gasps. Turns around. Yeah, I made it to base. 

The Cuban cop said something to me, I don't speak any Spanish. So, I just shrugged and walked in the opposite direction. Never saw my friend after that. 


40. High Speed Drama

It happened when I was a teenager. Two of my cousins, my mother, and I were on the way to San Francisco. I was sitting in the backseat playing on my Nintendo DS. As my cousin was making a left turn (the light was green), from my peripheral vision I could see a SUV speeding towards our vehicle. 

I'm not sure if the SUV was running a red light, the driver was distracted, or if just hitting another car for some reason was the driver's intent. 

It really felt like time slowed down in the few seconds prior to the accident. I remember thinking I would feel the biggest impact and would probably die because of it since it was coming directly towards my side of the vehicle. 

I braced myself, said a quick prayer, thought of my father and grandmother and everyone else we would leave behind. I remember glancing up at the point of impact and watching my DS fall from my hands. The SUV sped away. 

Thankfully none of us were injured, just very shocked. Hearing my mom wailing out my name thinking I was hurt or dead right after we got hit was the worst. 


41. Silent Killer

I was 21 or so and began having strange palpitations in my chest, my shoulders, arms, and chest would go between ache and throb. I would panic from the symptoms and that would just make everything worse.   

One night things were especially terrible and I started contemplating actually getting myself to the doctor. While I was sitting around brooding about, my neck ‘popped’ on both sides (basically my trapezius muscles on both sides.  

It was a strange feeling that I really can’t quite explain). That was it! No more of this! I’m not going to be the 21 year old that dies from a heart attack!

Got my roommate to drive me to the ER at 2-3AM. Got a full battery of tests which turned up...nothing. They told me aside from being a smoker, I was completely healthy - and it was most likely a string of panic/anxiety attacks. (Which is strange because I’m actually very even keeled and I handle stress fairly well).  

Things cleared up shortly after that. Of course.

20 years later and I still don’t know what was truly wrong with me. I’m certain the panic/anxiety was a product of the slightly alarming things my body was doing (which, again...made them worse).   

The chest pain was most definitely caused by acid reflux due to stress. I’ve since learned that while I may not feel or act stressed...my body still will. 

My shoulder and arm pain was probably ‘severe shoulder’. We didn’t use trays, so we carried everything in our arms.  

I’m sure that constantly holding your arm out rigidly to carry a 10-20lb load isn’t really good for your back/shoulders.   

The palpitations still happen here and there, but I’ve since realized that it’s my stomach that is actually spasming - and not my heart.  

Tends to flare up when I haven’t eaten, I’m under stress, or both. Aside from that I *rarely* ever have stomach pain.  


42. Biker's Lucky Helmet

A few years ago I was out drinking for a friend's Bachelorette party. I knew I was too drunk to drive, so I called my then-boyfriend for a ride. As I was hanging up the phone, I thought to myself that I should ask him to drive his car instead of his motorcycle, but I didn't say anything. 

On the way home, we were side swiped by a drunk driver in a suburban area. The front wheel of the motorcycle got caught in the wheel well and she dragged us down the street for about a block and a half. 

The only reason she stopped was because a cop pulled her over. She was so drunk she didn't even notice that she ran us over. 

To add to the "trust your gut" thing, my boyfriend only had one helmet, and I tried to get him to wear it, but he insisted that we weren't going anywhere until I was wearing it. 

My head hit the pavement pretty hard, but he didn't. If I hadn't been wearing the helmet things would have gone much differently that night.  


43. Ocean Floor Adventure

One time I did one of those walks on the ocean floor with a helmet that feeds up to the surface for air. The helmet creates this air bubble; it's not like a breather for diving. 

There were two officials leading our group around this railing they installed on the ocean floor. One was leading and picking up small animals we could play with while the other was swimming around us and taking pics on his GoPro. The guy leading us does this trick where he jumps up and walks on the railing which I thought was pretty sweet. 

At this point I’m last in the group and decide to copy our highly trained instructor. I proceed to jump and miss the railing on my way down, the helmet tips and starts filling with water. 

Definitely panicked at this point and raced to get my helmet back on. I wasn’t sure if it would start filling with air again but thankfully it did. 

So now I’m on the ocean floor thanking god for saving me and trying to get up, only one problem which is that the air tube is now under the railing and I’m stuck so I have to crab walk under to catch up to the group 

Funny thing is I thought the instructors would be mad and scold me after but neither even noticed. It was probably only like two minutes but felt like an eternity 

Now that I think of it the other nine people in our group didn’t notice either. Crap.

cultivated -mass

44. Dealing With Danger

I work in a casino located in a pretty small city. We're dead a lot, so I often find myself twiddling my thumbs and waiting for something to do. As a dealer, I'm often just stuck in one spot.

I kept seeing this older guy walking past my table, and he was pretty obviously trying to keep himself hidden. A young lady was playing a slot machine, and he seemed to be watching her. He would move away, walk around for a minute, and then come back and watch her some more.

It freaked me out. I had a really bad feeling about what his intentions were. I called my pit boss over, who also had nothing to do, and we watched him for a few minutes as he lurked around.

My pit boss agreed that he was acting strange, and he ended up calling surveillance.

Later that night, I heard from a security guard that the man had tried to follow the woman outside to her car, but security was on him like white on rice. I didn't really get credited for anything, but I still felt like I did a good deed that day. 


45. The Art Of Safety

Ten years ago I was walking home from college. Finals week, and being a graphic design major my bag is full of projects and supplies to work on at home.

I'm at the intersection of two very quiet streets two blocks from my apartment. I see a car doing ~30mph coming my direction. Two guys are in the car which is a new Chrysler with huge flashy rims and tinted windows.  

It was not what I'm used to seeing around campus at all, most students are driving bikes or old Hondas. It honestly looked like a stereotypical dealer's car.  

I see the driver's head bend to look at me through the tint as they drove past.  

Red flag #1, so I turn off my music, take out my ear buds and start paying attention to what's going on.

Another student is crossing the street and I'm turning the corner to walk to my apartment. The Chrysler starts to brake, one guy hops out and kind of stands in the street looking around like he's searching for something.  

Red flag #2. He's the jump out boy and lookout, the other guy, the driver, must be "the muscle."

The other student is still walking so she's not in danger, but the jumpout boy is just standing there in lookout mode.  

The car parks and the other guy, a very large young man (not muscle) is heading my way fast. Am I going to get mugged today?

I decided to test him a bit, maybe I'm just paranoid? I cross the street casually and watch in the reflection of car windows to see what he's doing. He crosses with me, nearly jogging. That's red flag #3 and now I'm freaking angry.

I walk another block and cross back again so that I'm on the same side of the street as my building. Big boy crosses again, trying to narrow the gap between us. Cool. He's going to try and mug me. At least my intuition was right.

What I did next was not smart. I should have sprinted home and locked the door and called somebody.  

I was young, in great shape and had been taking martial arts so I took a risk which is contrary to all of my martial arts training.

I got to the entrance of my apartment complex and took off my bag. I opened it, took out my boxcutter (I was taking photos that night) and stood there waiting for the guy to catch up. Big boy sees me, sees my box cutter and just freezes then turns around and walks back the way he came. Slowly. With his head down.

Always trust your gut but if you can run from a fight, do it.